I was just recruited as an Explorer of Realities

What is reality? Or, a better question, what is real? Humanities’ senses have dictated the answer since the dawn of time, deciding what is and isn’t altogether real. Reasoning and a dose of faith also come into play, mingling with what little we can understand to frame a much larger picture. We know the sun is going to rise after the long night because we feel it’s warm arrival, view it’s shining glow. We know it will rise because it always has, and we know some of us will burn in untold misery (Those of hair the color of the before named sun) Or become celebrity material with tan-tinted skin.